madly in~love with treasure. anything sparkly, glittery, or gold=smiles. pre~loved vintage findings are my favorite to play with; they are so alive and make the most beautious of bling. i hope to inspire you w/each unique & conscious creation!!

growing up i was always wrapped in scarves, barefooted, and bossing my little brother around the beach. we played dress up every day and adorned ourselves with our best costumes so we could pitch our latest treasures. we painted pebbles, picked berries, choreographed clown shows, and everything else you can think of that young children peddle for pennies from strangers so that they can buy candy from the corner store. i was sure that sun kissed skin, braided blonde locks, and the knack for finding the shiniest rock on the shoreline made me a mermaid, or a pirate, or a water fairy queen or....something with great magics.

i think i may be sure of it still.

our pops was a pirate, even then.

he was a carpenter by trade and an artist at heart and we were always excited to see what he would dream up for us next. we had a sandbox in an old speed boat, a wooden crafted horse we hung as a swing, a log castle tree fort, a fence that purposely doubled as a balance beam, and countless make~shift toys that he would put together for us at a moments notice for various school projects, birthday parties, or creative whims of any sort. i remember wandering around his job sites as a kid searching for 'shineys': flattened screw heads, those little coin shaped metals that cookie cutter out of electrical boxes, stray sink gaskets...anything i could sneak into a treasure pocket to turn into something wearable later. he always seemed to figure out my supply source when he would catch a glimpse of the finished product and always seemed secretly impressed i had pillaged it from his scraps

(or later, as i got older and wiser, his garage).

i don't remember how old i was when he found the ship.

i was old enough to have been joined by all three of my siblings and young enough to see a vision of ship masts and sails as the captain stretched across the front of a shambled houseboat one day holding a two by two from the bow yelling "do you see it?" at the four of us lined up in front of our almost broken down van at a junkyard, or foreclosure lot, or somewhere where tired boats go to retire from water. we took it home on the trailer that day and giggled at moms rolling eyes and smiling sighs when he told her. the captain proudly parked the someday ship in the front yard and began dreaming out loud of the adventure we were about to have becoming pirates until enough time had past that we all kind of thought that was all that it would ever come of it...dreams. until one day he called all hands on deck and like the sea was about to swallow us whole, we built the ship and it came to life with such rush of ideas and saw dust and magic that we became it.

its been ten years and the pirate ship has become not only our family business but has truly transformed each of our paths into some form of playful piracy. the captain continues to sail with his ship of scallywags on the eagle river chain and the four of us wander home each year with the summer winds to suit our sea gypsy souls.

i still play dress up every day and i have turned my passion for plunder into a constant need to create. my collections of handmade wearable art are made with love for fellow sea gypsies and are inspired by dreams.

i am so excited for my next collection!!

i put so much love into each piece and am honored to be able to share them with you all. like so many of you, i am a pirate lassie at heart and simply cannot stop creating and collecting glorious goods. please take a gander at my latest lovely loot and pillage something for yourself if ye be admirin' it.

always remeber to be brave, playful, and most of all kind on all of your adventures & never forget to wander!!